Disclaimer: I own McFly. Get used to it.
A/N: So, a McFly story. Because I was bored after my room flooded, I thought I might write this. If you are easily offended by any sort of offensive material, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. I guarantee that if you do continue reading you will flame me. Since I do not like flames very much (they hurt me both physically and emotionally) I would appreciate if you would not do so. If you have a problem, please PM me about privately instead of posting a particularly nasty review for everyone to see. Thank you very much, and enjoy!
Just for your information...
Harry Danny Tom Dougie
May 9th, 2007
Dear Journal,
Well, what are we supposed to write about?
How am I supposed to know? Fletch gives us a journal with no instructions as to what to do with it. I'm not a rocket scientist, you know.
I think we're supposed to write about the band, Danny.
Aw, thanks for being the smart one, Tom.
Er, no problem.
Hey, I resent that statement.
Do you even know what 'resent' means, Doug?
No, but I know people say it when they object to something.
Well done, Dougie. You do have a brain.
Well, because this journal has no cameras, I will write down what is happening. Dougie is currently hitting Danny over the head with a pillow and Danny is screaming 'Show mercy!'
Now Danny has pinned Dougie down and... oh man, this can't be good.
Danny is giving him a Wet Willy.
Dougie is screaming like a girl...
Not that he didn't sound like one to begin with...
Good point. Now Dougie has flipped Danny over and is tickling him.
They're acting like a couple of gayboys.
They are. Now they're standing up and coming back over here.
Oi, what's up with the gayboy comment? I believe that Tom and Dougie were walking through the park holding hands while I was doing my rendition of 'You Raise Me Up'.
Off-key, by the way.
That was just for show, Danny.
You like to show that you're gay?
No. It's just... er, never mind.
Oka-ay then. Anyway, We're supposed to talk about the band, right?
I believe that's the idea.
Okay then. My name's Danny, and I am lead guitar and vocals.
Oi, I thought I was lead guitar!
No, that would be me.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
MY NAME'S DOUGIE AND I PLAY BASS.
Thanks for the interruption, Dougs. My name's Harry and I am not only the drummer, but the only good-looking one in the band.
crickets chirp
No comment.
Ditto.
Oi!
ANYWAY. My name's Tom and I am also lead guitar and vocals.
Wait, there can't be two lead guitarists.
Why not?
It simply isn't done. Have you ever heard of a band where there are TWO lead guitars.
Yes.
And that would be?
Busted.
Well, Busted is gay.
You know, I think we are going to offend a bunch of people with all the gay references.
Who cares?
True.
So, I'm bored.
Thank you for that interjection, Dougie.
Did you just say ejactula...
INTERJECTION! In-ter-jec-tion: to throw in between or among other things. INTERJECTION.
Oh, because I swear you said ejactul...
SHUT UP.
Why the sudden clean-mind-ness, Tom?
Younger children could be reading this, and there is no reason why we need to mention that.
Why would younger children be reading this?
smacks head Because, did you not pay attention to what Fletch told us?
He told us something?
You really do have the attention span of a four-year-old. He said that he would be publishing this so people can "get to know the band".
That's a stupid idea. They know us from the interviews and stuff.
I don't make up the half-assed schemes, guys. That's Fletch's job.
Very true. Remember when he told us we would be going on stage in chicken suits?
And we had to convince him that the security dog had eaten them?
Good times, good times.
Yeah.
So.
So.
I'm going to go get some pizza. Anyone else want some?
Me.
Me.
I LOVE PIZZA.
Alrighty then... lates, journal.